They call me Walloper because I’m no ordinary hitter.
Or at least that used to be the case. Now I couldn’t hit a beach ball and my batting average is going down faster than the Titanic. With the pennant on the line, I’ve got a slump cloud over my head so big it’s being covered by the Weather Channel. The forecast is grim, but I hope there’s one big swing left in my bat so the Rambletown Rounders can win the pennant and I can end this historic drought.
Kevin Markey’s debut novel is a hilarious tall tale of baseball action and high jinks that will have fans reveling in every trip around the pages.
